"Homerun Tragedy" genre: Progressive Rock
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	pink a little blue about six three bald
	CD: Babylon   Label: Sandy Bottom Records Credits: Produced by Jesse Kreger
	Story Behind the Song I'm not going to dissect and cut until there's nothing left. Something about not being able to go home again. Something about the loss of identity. Something about a questionable victory. War. Baseball. Lyrics Do silver shelves forget the splitting axe that brought them here. Wormwooded memories disguised as dusty baseball bats. She shook her palm-palm's like a firecracker forgery. He swung a gun spat out some lead-a homerun tragedy. And in the sky there was a flame that drove across the raining ring, I promised lightly that one day I'd raise a family. And we would be each other up until the weakest of us drop. I heard the cheers infect the crowd when fat boy ran for home. All the names fall of the crowd. The catcher's mask is spreading out. All the names fall of the crowd. The catcher's mask is spreading out. She laid across the plate like Cleopatra serving up a drink and spread the carpet out in red with subtle shiverings. But blocked the passage to the final claim of who was in the lead, the paper's said that fat boy thought it was a victory. All the names fall of the crowd. The catcher's mask is spreading out. All the names fall of the crowd the catchers mask is spreading out.

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